I spent 12 hours in tin cans with lots of people trying to get to Waterloo. Adventure and a half, if you will. Booked a flight from YVR to Kitchener, left YVR at 9:30AM. Calgary for 20 minutes, Calgary – Kitchener leg got us to Kitchener in good time, at which point we tried to land, aborted due to fog, tried again to land, aborted again, and decided to go to the closest safe port of call – Ottowa! We hung in Ottowa for half an hour – long enough for me to buy a slice of pizza – and then went back to Kitchener ’cause rumour had it that the airstrip had cleared. We got to Kitchener, strip was socked in again, so we circled for half an hour, tried to land, aborted and went to Toronto, at which point they shipped us to Kitchener by bus. I arrived in Kitchener airport at 9:45 Vancouver time – almost 1AM kitchener time, well past the 5:45 arrival time they’d been promised. My (lovely, wonderful and massively awesome) ride Adonia had waited 5 hours for me before eventually heading home, to eventually return when I did make it to the airport.

Just to top all that off, Adonia and I arrived to The Manor looking rather like a sty – so we proceeded to take shots from the 40 of vodka on the table and clean the shit out of the house. As we were finishing up, the lads upstairs begain waking up and strolling down to join us, before I eventually wandered upstairs and woke Rachel to come hang out. By the time she made it down, the collection of glasses, drinks, and drink ingredients on the table rendered our cleaning job almost moot, but… It was a good lasting effort.